The Charismatic Charlie Wade

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the group gathered around a blazing bonfire, the flames dancing in the darkening sky.

Leonardo, sensing the excitement in the air, had thought ahead, ensuring the ingredients for the dinner were abundant. But he went further, acquiring a selection of exquisite wines to heighten the evening’s festivities.

He carefully infused a touch of reiki into the wine, enough to prevent anyone from growing tired, all without leaving a trace, ensuring their enjoyment and secrecy.

The south’s high plateau setting brought a sudden chill as the night descended, but the warmth of the fire and the spirits within sustained the group’s comfort. Hector, master of the guitar, and some spirited young singers filled the night with music. Maria, finding herself easily a part of this lively atmosphere, felt truly relaxed for the first time in a long while.

As toasts flowed and laughter echoed, one young man remarked, “This wine tonight is something else, not like any I’ve had before. I usually drink much more, but I’m feeling so alive!”

Another joined in, “I’m a bit dizzy, but I don’t feel a hint of being drunk.”

“Absolutely comfortable!” someone chimed in, looking at Paul. “Bobby, did you bring a rare vintage? It’s different, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.”

Leonardo, with a smile, shared, “The difference you feel is in the atmosphere, my friends. The more vibrant, the more your capacity to enjoy the wine.”

Hector added, “Bobby’s got a point. Your ability to handle alcohol depends on factors like your tolerance, consumption, and surroundings. When we’re gathered like this, full of energy and good spirits, the alcohol goes down smoother.”

grinning. “Makes sense! I’m having

suggested, “Since we’re all in such high spirits,

hours of the morning. They noticed a few friends leaving the mountain before

the sun’s grand entrance from beyond the mountain. The skyline began to

rapidly approaching in the distance. Fearful of being discovered by Morgana, he activated the mental technique he’d learned from Zeba, tightly concealing his aura. He likened their situation to submarines in deep waters, detecting each other through subtle means. Those with higher

possibility that someone skilled enough, like Morgana, could sense them. The key was to maintain absolute silence, minimizing the risk of being found. Morine had adopted this silent approach, hoping

group below. Seeing the tents and the gathering of young people, she

the distance. Despite her age, she radiated beauty and charisma, not unlike Maria. He was well aware

concern for her well-being. He whispered, “You

and it’s worth every moment, even with the late

in Morgana’s direction, ensuring she saw them engaged in a private moment. He lowered his voice, remarking casually, “Looks like we’re not

joined the act, saying, “Seems like she’s alone too. She must’ve camped nearby and decided to catch the

odd, though,” Morine mused. “This mountain isn’t the highest nearby. Why

it had the opposite effect, making her

Lucius Clark’s tomb, but doing so with this group so close might be inconvenient. They were merely a couple of hundred meters away. If she ventured in, they’d